Who is rex reed

I think it's a great movie. You have all these kids making movies today, but they can't compare to a real pro like Spielberg. Reed was sandwiched between those two stars because there was a time when he was an A-Lister himself. And in the late s and '70s, his clever opinions made him a fixture on television. We're right back in that place right now.

Nobody has an opinion. But his true love was the movies. I was losing myself in these movies. His father was a supervisor on oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico, so Reed went to 13 different schools around the South before high school. And when they're sitting there and the teacher is saying, 'This is little Rex Reed. He's the new student. We all want to be nice to him! Poor doomed Everly is shot, stabbed, sliced by a samurai sword and attacked from every angle by a parade of hoods and whores she dispatches so easily that even a rogue cop takes one look at the mounting corpses and mutters, "That's a lotta dead whores.

People who ask nothing more for their money than a lot of nerve-scrambling computerized special effects might get through Doctor Strange , another in a long line of lengthy, stupid and unbearable Marvel Studios comic books on film, with minimal brain damage. Everyone else will see through it for the two hours of gibberish it really is and walk on by. The more I try to find some kind of justifiable meaning and relevance, the more I find The Shape of Water a loopy, lunkheaded load of drivel.

Not as stupid and pointless as that other critically overrated piece of junk Get Out , but determined to go down trying. Nothing about Mother! With so much crap around to clog the drain, I hesitate to label it the "Worst movie of the year" when "Worst movie of the century" fits it even better. The Pitts are ravishing, but if their own relationship is half as dismal, it's anyone's guess how they manage to get beyond breakfast in one piece.

This one, by the jarringly untalented writer-director Shane Black , is merely violent, vulgar and stupid. Too bad. It's a much better film about the war than Dunkirk , including action sequences in the same setting that are better staged.

Looking lovely and catatonic, Angelina Jolie , who now calls herself Angelina Jolie Pitt, has come up with an exercise in self-indulgence for herself and husband Brad [ Brad Pitt ] that is so boring it defies description. By the Sea is not only a dog; it's a dog that's got fleas. I don't care how much drool and drivel fills the ozone about how wonderful everything was in It was a terrible year for movies - and some of the people who make them.

Using descriptions like "hermeneutic structure," "phantasmagoric fantasia," "cinematic Rorsach test" and "extended scream of existential rage," they sure know how to leave you laughing. From the idiotic drug-addict hokum Requiem for a Dream to the overrated, overwrought and over-hyped Black Swan , which I called "a lavishly staged Repulsion in toe shoes," the films of wack job Darren Aronofsky have shown a dark passion for exploring twisted souls in torment.

But nothing he's done before to poison the ozone layer prepared me for Mother! Stealing ideas from Polanski [ Roman Polanski ], Fellini [ Federico Fellini ] and Kubrick [ Stanley Kubrick ], he's jerrybuilt an absurd Freudian nightmare that is more wet dream than bad dream, with the subtlety of a chainsaw.

The fact that the show is still running testifies to the confounding disregard for taste and intelligence rampant among today's mass-market audiences. I haven't seen a movie this bad since Battlefield Earth and Howard the Duck I never cease to be amused by the pile of unmitigated crap that gets shoveled off onto the moviegoing public by pretentious critics.

They're at it again with The Master , a load of film-festival tripe that was booed in Venice and greeted with massive walkouts in Toronto but is now being defended in an organized rescue mission that hopes to develop a minor cult following in New York before the whole thing mercifully vanishes in a puff of twaddle.

It is also one whale of a rigorous entertainment. It is all of those things. But 'Lincoln' is also a colossal bore. It is so pedantic, slow-moving, sanitized and sentimental that I kept pinching myself to stay awake - which, like the film itself, didn't always work. Instead of Cate Blanchett as a man, it was about a racist dwarf hooked on horse tranquilizers.

Kneeling at the trough of Hollywood pop psychobabble that has come to symbolize the New Cinema, Mr. He proved in , with a brooding job called In Bruges , about hit men on holiday in Belgium, that he cannot stretch his bristling ideas into one full-length feature.

Unfortunately, he also thinks he's a director - a job for which he shows no patience, aptitude or proficiency. The result is a twitching convulsion of vicious drivel passing itself off as a movie, which can be best appreciated by the kind of people who dig Showgirls , the 'Saw' franchise and Spike Jonze - Charlie Kaufman flicks.

It's clear from the start who his favorite passenger on the Orient Express is. He also has the best lines, although the Poirot moustache now looks like two Polish sausages separated by a fork. Just when I was almost recovered from Mother! If 'Mother' is still the worst abomination ever perpetrated on an unsuspecting and undeserving public, 'Mom and Dad' is at least the perfect companion piece.

With an agonizing rupture of craft and common sense, it showcases a performance of screaming, over-the-top hysteria by Nicolas Cage that must be seen to be fully believed, but that is not a recommendation. You've seen him go berserk before, but in this nauseating drivel he's channeling Jack the Ripper, played by Bozo the Clown.

But I think we're drowning in mediocrity. I just try as hard as I can to raise the level of consciousness. It's so hard to get people to see good films. They're too busy lining up to see to see 'Star Wars 93' or whatever it is. Frank realizes she's a girl in danger of causing him constant misery, especially when she rarely comes home at night on time, and sometimes not at all. One night, she confesses she's been raped by an old French lover named Alan she knew during her student days in Paris.

He becomes so unhinged with jealousy that he flies to Paris to track down Alan and beat him up. After Alan shows him a video of Lola in bed with another woman, Frank switches prey and follows the woman in the video. I guess it's all supposed to be sexy and provocative, but the evening ends in an orgy, so boring it's hardly worth mentioning. The alleged tension mounts with a series of ridiculous and totally implausible plot twists that end up back in Vegas where Alan arrives mysteriously, lusting for Lola.

Frank and Alan beat each other to sirloin tartare. By this time, Frank is so schizophrenic he no longer knows truth from fantasy. None of it makes any sense, and if you think you know how it ends when it fades to black, do send me a postcard.

The King's Speech has left me speechless. How many times does John Cusack have to prove he is no leading man? In Shanghai he comes off as Sam Spade with chopsticks.

The sequel will undoubtedly star Adam Sandler and Chris Tucker. Set in the seedy underworld of early internet porn and based on the real-life murder of gay hardcore porn producer Brian Kocis [sic], King Cobra is a cut above most homoerotic masturbatory screen fantasies, but not by much. Quite the most appalling piece of junk I have seen lately, Hobo with a Shotgun just lies there like an autopsy. Bateman [ Jason Bateman ] and his female hippo [ Melissa McCarthy ] into a motel with only a double bed, a grotesque sex scene with a pickled reprobate she picks up in a bar who demands a threesome, a violent bar fight that bloodies his nose, a kidnapping, a multi-car collision going the wrong way on the freeway They seem to be making it up as they go along, in a movie that threatens never to end.

Her entire performance - if you can call it that - consists of being slapped, slugged, dumped in various lakes and rivers, and bounced off walls and pavements like a big rubber Shmoo doll.

She isn't smart, imaginative or creative enough to be a real female clown, like Lucille Ball. Nothing that resembles a fresh approach to slapstick farce ever engages the mind or the eye. Like the voters who plan to stay home on Election Day because they don't like the candidates, potential filmgoers who avoid Hacksaw Ridge because they object to Mel Gibson will be the losers.

It is violent, harrowing, heartbreaking and unforgettable. And yes, it was directed by Mel Gibson. He deserves a medal, too. So, fool that I am, I went to Tammy hoping for the best and ready to give Ms. McCarthy every benefit of the doubt. What I got was one hour and 36 minutes of farting, belching, snoring, and the kind of violence a sadist would perpetrate against someone in a wheelchair.

The Artist is so wonderful that the audience applauds everything, including the dog. This catatonic horror is aimed at the overcrowded market of brainless meatheads who watch every movie while texting on their iPhones and chewing gum.

Alas, 'The Layover' is even worse than most. Compared to this idiocy, Bridesmaids looks like Citizen Kane Insipid Orlando Bloom is miscast as a tattooed Cockney burglar. John Malkovich still sounds like a dial tone. The double and triple crosses escalate with non-stop confusion while the corpses pile up in alleys, shipyards and parking garages. When it mercifully ends after 98 excruciating minutes, you still don't have a clue what it was all about.

Of the three, Malkovich has built a career mumbling his way through one disastrous movie after another, but this time he's got company.

You can't decipher more than half of what the other two say, either. There was nothing phony about her. If she was having a breakdown, she made sure you had a breakdown too, right along with her. If she was happy, there was no way you were not going to feel her happiness.

The camera cannot lie. It can telegraph completely fabricated emotions, but it cannot lie when the honesty is already there. With Judy, you never saw a dishonest moment. Everything she did was so real that you don't believe you are watching an actress. You knew that you were seeing something that went beyond acting, greater than acting.

It was reality. These days actors not only appear in bad movies, they are forced to produce their own flops themselves. Toni Collette and Gabriel Byrne co-executive produced Hereditary They deserve what they get, in spades. These young critics today Who on television. Anna lives in a cluttered, trash-filled shed in a corner of her mother's garden where she exists in a world of childhood fantasy. Anna spends her time in seclusion making home videos talking to her thumbs, who play astronauts.

During the day, she works in a day camp for children where her best friend is an 8-year-old boy who wears a cowboy hat and a penis badge. There is also a potential boyfriend, who tells everyone he is "definitely not gay" despite his preference for pink underwear. Threatened with eviction by her mum and grandmother, Anna expresses her frustration by beating up her electric toothbrush with a high-heeled shoe and drying her wet clothes in the microwave until they explode.

Forget about The Shed I've had bigger scares from my broom closet. They have sex with their clothes on, he wakes up the next morning and makes French toast, and just sort of hangs around. The audience hangs around too, waiting for something to happen.

Threatened with mutilation and death by both the mob and the girl's violent brothers, his brows furrow. So much for acting. Instead, the girl's brothers take him on a bear hunt.

Everything is tenuous, including a performance by Keanu Reeves that borders on catatonia. Just because he stopped shaving doesn't mean he can suddenly act. Unbelievably, the challenge of carrying the title role has been handed to a nonprofessional with no previous acting experience named Richie Merritt , who not only gives the word "amateur" new meaning but who emerges, replete with vivid closeups of blackheads and ripe acne, as the single most unattractive face on the screen in as many decades as I can count.

I can think of no reason any bright, witty or halfway sophisticated movie lover-or otherwise normal person-would want to spend 10 minutes with any of the criminal degenerates in this worthless load of crap. None of it makes a word of sense, and the dialogue, by Toby Harvard , provides ample proof.

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